I Would Also Like To Add Myostismon To This Discussion As Well.

I would also like to add myostismon to this discussion as well.

I am truly sorry digimon community, but I have a confession to make

I think venusmon's design fucking sucks

This is nothing. This isn't a digimon, this is just some lady in cosplay

At least other digimon I hate have something interesting about their design, venusmon is nothing.

some durgestarion doodles... His venomous butt...

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Weapon Prompt 3

Sensory Deprivation

Blindfolds, entrapping Whumpee in darkness

Gags, all whumpee can do is muffle mixed sounds, not being able to stop Whumper

Maybe it keeps their mouth open, ensuring they dehydrate fast, or perhaps the opposite, trapping something intrusive in their mouth

Headphones, playing blaring music making whumpee go deaf

Or perhaps repeating a soft mantra, slowly hypnotizing whumpee into to submission

Perhaps they play a loved ones blood curdling screams, bonus if their live and whumpee knows it

Those strap suits they use at mental hospitals, but instead whumpee is hung upside down in one for hours

Plugging their nose, forcing them to open their mouth or they pass out, then shoving the intrusive object in your mouth

Feeding yourself can become a privilege, feeding tubes, through nose or mouth become medical whump.

When using the bathroom becomes a reward

alternatives to "ladies and gentlemen"

cads and wastrels

fellow scoundrels

ladies, gentlemen, and interesting miscellanea

beloved friends & tolerated acquaintances

entities of interest

paying audience members & assorted freeloaders

the fbi's most and least wanted

discerning guests & those of you with fuck all else to do on a tuesday evening

esteemed gutter filth

Augusnippets Day 26 - Snuggling

Content warnings: creepy/intimate whumper, non-con touching

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Whumpee was asleep.

It took a few minutes for Whumper to be sure, but the breathing was deep and steady, and he didn’t give any sort of response when she squirmed to adjust herself, assuring her arm was securely wrapped around him.

She could hardly contain her delight.

The first night couple of nights she’d had Whumpee in her home, he’d still been putting up too much of a fight to bring into her bed with her. Whumper had to wait it out - be stingy with the food, restrain him in ways that would exhaust his muscles, give him plenty of time in isolation to think things through - before she decided he was probably weak enough to be safe in bed.

That first attempt hadn’t worked out so great. Whumpee must have gotten some sort of adrenaline boost, because he kept struggling, thrashing against the chains holding him in bed and yelling into his gag. Whumper had tried her best to reassure him that all she wanted to do was cuddle (for now, anyway) and that he was accomplishing nothing but wearing himself out, but he wouldn’t listen to her. After a couple of hours, she finally had to concede and drag him back downstairs to sleep in the cage instead, and save his punishment for the next day.

She had tried again a few nights later, with very specific threats about the consequences of not cooperating, and some added restraints to keep his arms at his side and legs together so he wouldn’t be able to thrash so wildly if he tried to fight again. This time around, they had managed to make it through the whole night, but Whumper had been disappointed. She had done her best to make everything comfortable and pleasant. The bedding was fresh from the dryer, her silk pajamas were the nicest she owned, she’d given him a sleep mask and spent a good half hour singing soft lullabies into his ear.

And yet, he refused to relax. She couldn’t enjoy his heartbeat when it kept racing and his breathing was so sharp through his nose. Every time she tried to help soothe him by stroking his hair or chest or kissing his neck, he would stiffen and tremble instead of leaning into it. At one point, when she tried to roll him toward her and hold him close in her embrace, he’d even whimpered. In the end, she had finally turned away from him in her sleep, and it was clear in the morning that he hadn’t slept at all.

So now, tonight, this marked the first time Whumpee had actually been asleep in Whumper’s bed, and it was perfect. He was heavy and warm against her, his breaths calm, and when she touched him, when she squeezed herself against him and slowly let her arms travel around him, patting and caressing, he didn’t flinch or pull away.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft squeal of joy before she nestled her face into the crook of his shoulder and watched his face. The way his eyelids fluttered as he dreamt, the way his nostrils twitched as he breathed. She ran a finger down his cheek and wondered for a moment what his lips must look like when he slept, but decided it was probably best to leave the gag on for tonight.

There would be plenty of nights ahead of them to explore each other. She now had proof that Whumpee could sleep perfectly well in her bed, snuggled against her, so she was sure he would stop protesting against it soon. Maybe next time, he wouldn’t even need the sleeping tonic she’d put in his dinner to fall asleep.

For now, though, she was happy to soak it all in and enjoy it. She brought her leg around to spoon him, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before whispering good night and letting her head drop. Within minutes, Whumper was asleep too, a satisfied smile still on her face.

@augusnippets

I am absolutely obsessed with your blog! The writing is immaculate and never ceases to amaze me! :D I was wondering if you would be able to do an NSFW prompt (if you still do those) of a vampire capturing a vampire hunter? Thank you in advance if you decide to do this!

(I mean, I don't do prompts except on Patreon. But I can do you a short original story that's not really NSFW but hey ho. Pre.).

"You've not killed very many of my kind yet, have you?" the vampire asked.

The hunter shivered beneath the vampire's intent stare, trying to think how the mission had ended up like this. One moment, they had been playing at bait, playing at prey, and the next moment it really didn't feel like a game anymore.

They were pressed back against the lavish coverlet of the vampire's bed - and part of their brain was stuck on the fact that the vampire's bed was not, in fact, a coffin but an actual bed, nicer and larger than their own. Their hands were cuffed above their head. Their weapons were hopelessly out of reach.

"I've killed loads!" the hunter protested, before wondering if that was likely to get them killed faster.

The vampire simply smiled at the comment. They trailed a cold finger down the hunter's bare chest, from beneath their chin down to the bottom of their belly. "Your skin says otherwise."

"My skin?"

"So lovely." The vampire's eyes gleamed. "So unblemished by the hardships of life. It is difficult to come away from fighting my kind without at least a few scars. But you..." The vampire leaned down, and pressed their lips above the frantic beat of the human's heart. "You're a blank canvass."

The hunter's jaw clenched, breathing rising and falling rapidly.

"Do you know what I think?" the vampire asked, lips trailing up to the hunter's throat. The hunter's mouth went dry, but the vampire didn't seem to need a response. "I think that you're a little too fascinated by us, by me, to truly want us dead."

"That's not true!"

"I think...." The vampire kissed, then nipped, their throat. Not quite breaking skin "That you get off on danger. You hunt my kind, not because you want to kill us, but because you want to remind yourself that you are still alive."

The hunter swallowed, hard, at that. They told themselves that the hyper-awareness they felt, the giddiness, was only survival instinct. It was only having a vampire's fangs that close to the jugular. And if they felt alive - truly alive, not just going through the motions for once, then it was because - because -

"I saw the way you watched me at the bar," the vampire whispered against their ear. Their hand slipped to undo the hunter's belt with deft movements. "The way you responded to me, before I invited you back to my quarters. You're quite beautiful, when you come alive."

Crap.

"That was only a ruse to get close to you!" It came out less than convincing. More raspy. The hunter squeezed their eyes shut.

"I see." The vampire's mouth moved to the other side of their throat, leaving a matching path of kisses like the tail end of a comet. "So you don't want me to fuck you?"

The hunter may have made a strangled sort of sound.

The vampire laughed softly. They sat up, still straddling the hunter's body. They considered the hunter, ghosting a thumb along the parted swell of the hunter's lips.

The hunter opened their eyes again, when nothing further happened.

The vampire tilted their head, all laughter gone as if it had never been there. "I don't kill anyone I feed on," they said. "Only the people who try to kill me. And I certainly don't need to take anyone into my bed who doesn't want to be here. We can consider this a warning, and you can run away and never come back."

"Or?" the hunter asked the question, blurted it, before they could think better.

The vampire's smile returned, a fraction more genuine, less wickedly amused. "Or you can say pretty please, and we can both pretend at being alive for a while."

There would be no going back, if they did this. Their cheeks flushed with their own want, with their embarrassment. What kind of self-respecting hunter slept with the very creatures they were supposed it hunt? Yet. Yet. The absolute last thing they wanted was to walk out of the door.

"Yes."

"Now that wasn't pretty please, now, was it?" the vampire teased, right before their mouth crushed down on the hunter's own.

They got to the 'please' soon enough.